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Ah, Hicks. Whatever was I thinking? I sighed dejectedly at our lunch stop. “I'm really out of shape.” A wiser rider reminded me that i...

Daylight Savings Time took effect almost two weeks ago. Which means, spring is here. Which means, enough daylight to bike home from (as well...

On any given winter morning, it is so easy to decide not to ride. This morning, dense fog. Low visibility. Kinda scary. Should I? Should I n...

Gray clouds loomed over the hills (where we were headed, of course). It was a leap of faith that the skies would clear. [And they did.] I ...

There is a popular equation in cycling, and it goes like this: Let N represent the number of bicycles you own. What is the value for the nu...

I sense a letter theme developing: today I bring you the letter “V” (more or less). And a tree that grew, for years and years; a host for m...

Today's tale is brought to you by the letter “O”. (No, not really.) The entrance to one of the local Christmas tree farms features a g...